This was absolutely inspired by @redeadepression and I apologize for nothing. This is also a modern John Marston, and my HCs for Modern John are here!
Pairing: John Marston x F!Reader
Rating: M. 18+ Only
Words: 1754
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It's around that time of day where you normally make dinner, so you head to the kitchen. Abigail is out of town for work, so it's just you and John for the week. So far it's been pretty okay, but neither of you have made a move sexually. You'd never gone at it without Abigail being there to watch and tell you exactly what she wants you and John to do.
John should be home any minute now, you think as you glance at the clock. Damn man always came home covered in grease and oil, and while initially he looked sexy like that, it got old quickly when a smear of black grease got on a piece of your clothing. And it was usually on your rear, as John had a thing for greeting you with a kiss and a smack on the ass.
Putting your hands on your hips, you stand in the center of the kitchen, trying to decide what to cook for just you and John. He wasn't a particularly picky eater, but he did have a few gripes about certain foods and meals. Like how he hated black olives, but it wasn't the end of the world if they were on pizza. You'd fallen in love with a strange man.
You're looking in the fridge for an idea to strike you when the front door opens up and you hear John step inside. "I'm home!" His scratchy voice calls for you, and you can hear him set his keys down in the glass bowl Abigail designated just for that purpose due to John always losing his keys.
"In the kitchen!" You call, bending over a little further and perking a brow. What the hell was an empty jar of pickles doing in there? Abigail...
John's heavy footsteps come to the kitchen, and he wolf-whistles when he sees you position. "Heeeey, sweetheart." He says before giving your rear an affectionate tap.
"Your hands better be clean." You say as you shuffle some things around.
"They are, I promise!" He rubs your butt soothingly with one hand, leaning forward against you to show off his other hand, which is in fact clean. "What're you doing?" He asks as he retreats, though the way his hips brush against yours starts to give him ideas.
"Well..."
"That's a deep subject." He snorts, the bastard.
"Shut up, John." You roll your eyes. "I'm trying to figure out what to make for dinner tonight."
"Hmmm..." His dark eyes glaze over, though you wouldn't know it from your current standings. His fingers slip into your waistband and he pulls your shorts down.
"John, what the hell are you doing?" You turn your head slightly to catch a look at him.
He chuckles deeply and runs two slow fingers along your clothed slit. "Found a snack in the fridge, darlin'!" John moves his fingers back up, and then back down again.
"John." You shudder. Sometimes his being a mechanic came in handy for other, more intimate things.
He kneels down and you brace yourself against the refrigerator when he presses a kiss against your underwear. They weren't especially sexy for this occasion, just a simple pair of pink panties, but John loved just about any kind of undies.
He moves the fabric aside and presses another kiss to your slit, this one lingering. "Looks good enough to eat." He murmurs.
"Then do it!" You push your hips back, reaching behind yourself to get a good grip of his dark hair.
"Yes ma'am." John breathes out and practically rips your panties down your legs, diving in. His tongue presses flat against you before he starts his usual routine of quick flicks that in theory had sounded dumb, but in practice often made you come harder than you ever had.
Your hand smacks against the freezer door as you hold yourself up at a better angle for John, and when you look down all you can see is his hands grasping your thighs and his dick swelling in his jeans. You moan softly at the sight combined with the feeling of his ministrations, his facial hair adding an extra but not entirely unwelcome burn. Though when he decided to start fresh and shave it clean, John's head was always between a set of legs, alternating between you and Abi like a champ.
"John... I gotta close this damn fridge." You groan, as the refrigerator was making a noise that indicated it gave no shits about your sexual pleasure.
John growls and continues licking you up, pressing his face against you harder. One hand released your thigh and his fingers were back at work, rubbing your clit. You squeak at the sudden excess of pleasure, pushing down on John's face even more. It'd made you nervous when you first sat on his face in the more traditional way, but once he'd confessed that he really liked the feeling of his face being trapped, it was no holds barred then.
John quickly brings you over the edge, licking and rubbing you through your orgasm. He pulls away and you can hear his heavy breathing as he stands back up, pulls you close to shut the fridge, and then turns you around to face him.
He looks wrecked. His cheeks are flushed, the lower part of his face is shiny with slick that you provided, and his sweet, sweet lips are red and swollen.
The erection in his pants was pretty appealing too.
You kick your short and undies off the rest of the way and make quick work of John's belt, shoving his pants down and then pulling him out of his black boxer briefs, stroking that leaky cock as soon as you could. He hisses at the attention, bucking into your hand.
"You're so wet, John." You murmur. "I love that about you."
You're in his arms now and he's kissing you. He smells like work and while his hands and face are clean, the rest of him isn't. But at this point it's too late to care because you're kissing him back, tasting yourself on his lips, your tongue dancing with his and your teeth occasionally clicking. He was always such an animal when he got horny.
John swoops down, his arms wrapping around your thighs and then he lifts, bracing you against the poor refrigerator. Your calves settle on his shoulders and your hands fly up to the top of the fridge to try and find something to hold onto. He's holding you up with one hand as he guides himself into you, biting down on his tongue and screwing his eyes shut when he's fully seated.
He's breathing so heavily, trying to keep himself composed long enough for you to allow him to cut loose and start pounding. Even like this, he was a sub for you at heart. You lean in and delicately kiss his lips, and he's immediately responsive to it.
"Go." You whisper, and that's all it takes.
His eyes fly open and then he's thrusting, his hands on your hips. The refrigerator is rattling and you're hoping this isn't what makes it kick the bucket, because Abigail would be pissed when she found out. But the thought quickly leaves your mind when John's mouth latches onto your nipple through your shirt, biting down.
"John!" You whine. He somehow has the gall to snicker against you, but he presses a sweet kiss to the offended nipple.
John's tattooed, greasy arm slides around your waist, no doubt ruining your shirt in the process. He moves one of your legs to his other shoulder to join your other leg, groaning at the renewed tightness. His strokes are more powerful now and his moans and groans are more animalistic than you'd ever heard before.
"Fuck, John..." You bite your lip and look at his face. He's staring right back at you, smirking. Bastard.
"It sounds so pretty when you say my name." You've done it now. His ego is inflated and it won't go down until Abigail gets back home. "You look so pretty taking my cock." He leans in and nips your collarbone, turning his head then to begin sucking on your neck. John was always so proud of his hickeys.
You pull his hair while he marks you, still thrusting into you at his punishing pace. You couldn't come like this, but you knew John could and would with the right encouragement, and that would knock his ego down a notch.
"You gonna come?" You whisper. "You gonna pull out and get my stomach all messy? Or are you gonna just barely pull out in time and spray the fridge instead?"
John whimpers at that. Such nasty talk got him so worked up.
"Or do you want to creampie me? Dirty boy..."
His breath catches, but when he pulls away from your neck, you know he's not falling for it this time. Damn him. In an instant your feet are back on the floor and you're facing the fridge once more, and he's right up against your back and sliding his cock back inside of you, ramming you against the refrigerator.
John takes your hands and holds them above your head when you try to rub your clit. "That's my job." He whispers directly into your ear.
"John..."
"I'll take care of you." He coos, the cocky bastard. The hand that isn't holding yours slides down your side and to your clit, his fingertips just barely brushing it.
His hips are smacking against yours hard enough for the sound to be all you can hear anymore. He's grumbling and groaning as he thrusts into you and you know he's close now, which is good because the man has no problem fucking you while you're overstimulated and you really need to make something for dinner.
"God, you feel so good..." He says, throaty and desperately. "So perfect for me. I love you." He bites your shoulder and applies a more constant pressure to your clit, and then it's over.
You're coming and you're clenched around him, practically forcing out his cum. You're flush against the fridge and his body as he comes, his dick throbbing and twitching inside of you as he empties himself.
John kisses your shoulder where he'd bitten you, his breathing ragged. "Pizza for dinner? My treat."
"I think that sounds great." You gasp out. You look the fridge and just laugh softly. This thing will definitely be getting a five-star review online.
These aren't shippy, but I can do some like that if anyone wants me to!
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Literally all he eats is fast food and ramen, and yet he's still thin as a rail. Lowkey highkey Arthur is jealous about it.
School wasn't really his thing, so after graduating high school he went straight to work. He's a mechanic and loves his job.
Comes home covered in grease every day and loves it. As a result, his skin is super soft.
His main method of transportation is his motorcycle. He goes into the shop on the weekends when they're closed to work on it.
But when it's raining or the weather is otherwise awful, he's got an old Ford pickup he cruises around in. Javier cringes at the paint job every time he sees it, but John won't let him paint it. He likes how rustic it is!
John is a huge metalhead. He really likes pretty much all types of rock, but metal is his favorite. Loves the classics like Metallica or Pantera, but also isn't a hater of bands like Ghost either.
Gets a t-shirt at every concert he goes to, despite knowing they're being overpriced. It's all about the experience, for him.
His eyesight is horrible. Like, when you hold three fingers in front of him he can't see them.
Wears his contacts for work, but on the weekends he wears his glasses. They're rectangular, black, and sturdy because this boy is also C L U M S Y
One time he wore his glasses to work because his new contacts hadn't come in yet
And that was the last time that pair was worn ever
His left arm is completely covered in tattoos, and even the top of his hand has one on it. They're all black and white so far, but he's been considering having some of them colored in.
He's planning on getting a tattoo across his shoulderblades, but he's not sure what to get done yet.
His hair is long enough to put into a cute ponytail
Sometimes, when John is deep in the engine compartment, Arthur will walk by and tug his ponytail
The end result of that is John getting sent to an early lunch on Arthur's dime. Arthur is firm on his stance of #WorthIt every time
His house is a small two-story home with two bedrooms and two bathrooms. He doesn't need the extra room, but wants to have it just in case one of his friends fall on hard times and need somewhere to stay
He's got the best backyard in his friend group, so all the summer BBQs are held at his place. There's no pool (not that John wanted one) but they fill up an inflatable pool and have a grand ole time with that. Most of the time they're too drunk to care that they constantly dump the water out
However, with that backyard comes cutting all that damn grass, and John absolutely brags about his lawn mower
It's modded to hell, it's even got a custom paint job from Javier, who absolutely would not let it go on looking as ugly as it did when John got his filthy hands on it
Mows the lawn with his shirt off because John sweats profusely, and when he's done he absolutely will fill up the pool and lounge in it. If Arthur happens to come over while he's in the pool, he'll tease John about drowning in an inch of water
His favorite beer is Coors Light and he usually has one with dinner while he watches Family Feud
